Naughty, Little Death Eaters - Draco Malfloy Fan Fiction

Snape, Snape, Severus Snape

'She had an attack, Mr Malfloy, not poison,'
'What type of attack?' Draco's voice sounds demanding. His voice always sounds demanding.
'A panic attack. It looks like it wasn't the first one, either,'
'I spent all summer with her! She didn't pass out once!'
'Yes but she had shaky moments, then she would break out into a horrible sweat and have a meltdown. She also could've had trouble breathing and walking,'

Draco doesn't answer. I smile 'She's got you there, Draco,'.

I open my eyes just in time to see Draco making towards my bed. He grabs my hand. 'I was so worried,'

I smile. Then stop, realising some horrible, dreadful thing. 'Madam Pomfrey, can I have a moment with Draco?'

She nods and shuffles away. I stare at her retreating back, feeling extremely sick.

'Draco. She knows,'
'What? Who knows what?' He looks rather confused. I feel like laughing but right now isn't the best moment.

'Madam Pomfrey, she would have had to undress me, wouldn't she?'
He nods. I take in a shaky breath.
'Which means she would of taken my top off,'
'Yeah... are you embarrassed that she did?' He has sympathy in his eyes.
'No... actually kind of, but thats not what I mean! Draco she would have seen my... mark,'

His eyes widen and he pales. If that's possible.
'Do you think she will tell Dumbledore?'

I glare at him. 'Use your brain Draco. Or don't you have one,'
He rolls his eyes but he looks a little hurt. 'Of course she would have! Draco. We work for the most ruthless wizard of the century! We're going to go to Azkaban and I am going to go crazy and then I will die and I won't get to live the life I wanted! I won't have children and get married and I won't become a Quidditch player. My parents have ruined everything,'

I burst into tears. And hug my knees. Draco is quick to wrap his arms around me and I cry into his shoulder.

'Mr Malfloy, it's time to let Ms Kierkegaard rest,' about 20 minutes later Madam Pomfrey comes out. I had calmed down which was good otherwise Madam P. would have had a heart attack. She doesn't like it when her patients are upset.

Draco pulls away from me reluctantly and kisses my forehead. 'I'll bring you your homework,'

I roll my eyes and wipe the remaining tears of my cheeks. 'Yes, because I absolutely love homework,'

He looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. 'But you're a Ravenclaw,'
'Doesn't mean I love every class. My favourite is Transfiguration so tell McGonagall I say hi and then I like Defence Against the Dark Arts. So get me that homework,'

He smiles. 'And the other classes?'
'I'm sick, remember?'
He laughs. 'See you soon,'

I smile. And he leaves. Then I'm alone with Madam Pomfrey.

'You nee-'
'Please don't be scared of me. I don't want to do it. I don't want to be apart of his circle. He's so scary. I am so scared. He was in my head! I was so scared. So, so scared,' I whisper. Crying.

She walks towards my bed and wraps her arms around me. It's a stiff gesture but none the less it's a thoughtful one.

'Ms Kierkegaard. If you need help. Talk to someone. I can't do anything about it, but if you need, I'm here,' I stiffen. It's very odd offering, especially from a nurse, but none the less, a kind one.

I nod and squeeze her shoulder 'Thank you Madam Pomfrey. But why?'

She looks at me, confused. 'What do you mean, Ms Kierke-'

'Winona. Please call me Winona,'
She nods.
'What do you mean, Winona?'

'Well. Why would you offer to listen? I mean no one else bothers to even here my theories for class except for teachers. So why would you want to hear about my feelings?'